User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190814060905/@comment-39940417-20190815052635

Martin's eyes twinkled. He seemed to come alive, stepping out of the painting to stand before Falkin. But... This wasn't the Great Hall. The world was wreathed in a veil of mist, and dark figures stepped out of it, moaning and crying.